Cen Yao sat on the edge of the pool, pinching Ding Bao's soft shoulders with both hands and rubbing them gently.

The woman squinted her eyes and enjoyed it, like a cat lying on her stomach in the sun, lazy and delicate.

The man's palm was hot, and he almost caught up with the water in the pool, looking at the two white and red shadows in the crimson petals, his already deep and dark gaze turned up a terrifying black desire.

Ding Bao felt that it was almost there.

Cen Yao's sense of existence is too strong, and she always feels that she is about to be given something by his eyes.

Ay.

There is a price to be paid for living a good life.

No way, Ding Bao opened his eyes, reached out and wiped his face, and slowly sank his body, revealing only a pair of round and slender shoulders.

The beautiful scenery in front of him disappeared, and Cen Yao raised his eyes and looked at Ding Bao in the pool.

"It's not good for your health to soak in the pool for a long time, sister, let's get up, and the slave will serve you to dress and comb your hair."

Ding Bao sighed silently, turned his back to Cen Yao, grabbed the red shirt by the pool with one hand, and put the long shirt directly on his body the moment he got up.

This scene is like a peony blooming warmly.

Unfortunately, the beauty is fleeting.

Cen Yao's face was tense, the fog was thick, he could only look at it faintly every time, and the things that kept teasing him in his heart had become a small hook, hooking his heart, if he couldn't get it, he couldn't bear it so much that his heart hurt.

Ding Bao, who was dressed, walked over slowly, his slender and straight legs stepped on the soft carpet, and the red shirt was light and thin, outlining a delicate and beautiful outline.

Cen Yao looked at her and smiled, her beautiful face was moistened by these days, and she looked more and more charming and moving, like a delicious fruit standing on a branch waiting to be picked.

He held back.

followed Ding Bao to the vanity mirror.

"My sister's long hair needs to be taken care of every day."

Ding Bao's hair made Cen Yao love it, he once took advantage of her to fall asleep to cut off a lock and put it beside her, and took it out to stroke it when she had nothing to do.

But that can only quench the thirst for a while, this long hair, only when it grows on Ding Bao's body, is the most dazzling.

Comb the red into the hair and smooth it to the end.

The green silk fell, and Cen Yao spread them all out behind Ding Bao.

"Tie it up, or it's inconvenient to walk."

This hair has grown to the legs, Ding Bao wanted to cut it, but Cen Yao repeatedly blocked it.

Not only was he reluctant to let her cut her hair, but he even couldn't see Ding Bao walking out of the palace with his hair scattered.

But whenever he was alone with Ding Bao, he would definitely ask her to untie the straps in her hair and turn her back to her, with burning eyes and secret appreciation.

He loves this long hair, and he cares more about it than Ding Bao himself.

In the mirror, the woman's long hair is shawl, which sets off the originally fair and small face, which is more and more delicate and exquisite.

Cen Yao looked at her, leaned over gently, hooked up the smooth long hair with one hand, and gently stroked Ding Bao's back with the other, staring at a woman's face, with vigorous desire in her eyes.

"Sister, I'll help you comb your hair every day in the future."

Ding Bao looked at Cen Yao in the mirror, stared at his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

There was a hint of trepidation in this smile.

Cen Yao knew what she was upset about.

"Although life here is good, it is not as easy as in the imperial tomb, you say, what is Cen Yao bringing me back for?"

"Sister, don't think about it, I heard others say that Cen Yao wants to use the son in your womb to lure Jiang Chong back to Beijing."

"But in my stomach, there is no ......"

"Don't worry, you can't show your feet on your own."